Gertrude Stein's prose-song is a cold, black suet-pudding…Cut it at any point, it is the same thing…all fat, without nerve.
Of Three Lives (1909)
Time and Western Man (1927)
Gertrude Stein's prose-song is a cold, black suet-pudding…Cut it at any point, it is the same thing…all fat, without nerve.
Time and Western Man (1927)